In his opening statement, Barton, the top Republican on the committee overseeing the oil spill and its aftermath, delivered a personal apology to the oil giant, BP. He said the $20 billion fund that President Obama directed BP to establish to provide relief to the victims of the oil disaster was a “tragedy in the first proportion.” Shame on you, you stupid son of a bitch.
I walked the dogs without Tin in the Ergobaby because it was already too hot for woman and beast by the time I got out there. We came across the nuns leaving morning mass in their long black habits – mind you it was at least 90 if not more with 1000% humidity. Then we passed the Hari Krishna’s in their ankle length orange robes. There was something going on at the park, lot of…
Forget about all those books like why New Orleans matter – food, music, port, culture – there is simply no way to describe walking out of a building after a rain coming down while the sun is shining and feeling like you just took a sauna. We took the dogs and Tin around the bayou this afternoon because I felt the need to bolt from the LaLa after a day in front of the computer…
There is a saying that it is easier to bounce back from failure than from success. And if you look at all the celebrities going to hell in a handbasket, there just might be some truth to it. But take New Orleans after the failure of the levees flooded our beloved city – I’ve been very proud of where we have come from there. Now where we’ll go after the oil spill is anyone’s guess.…
A friend writes: BP = Devil this is what happens when profits are deemed more important than life itself. when balance is gone – life is horror story
Oil Spill got you down? Here are some things you can do to work through these uncertain times: 1st Procession of Krewe of Dead Pelicans 329 Julia Street Start in front of Canary Collective Gallery Sat, Jun 5, 2010 @ 5:30 pm – 9:00 pm **** Teach-in about the BP disaster: 6:00 Thursday night at Holy Angels (that’s 3500 Saint Claude, corner of Saint Claude and Gallier, the huge old convent that’s now a retirement home…
I started my new running program this morning. On Tues and Thurs, I’ll run and T will take the dogs to the dog park for their running. On my run I ran into a lot of neighborhood folks but one was a surprise. A guy I had met pre-Katrina had decided to leave New Orleans after the storm amidst a lot of soul searching. He had thrown open the doors to the possibility of teaching…
Since T injured her knee and I’m on the road, she’s been taking the dogs to the new dog park in City Park. And they LOVE it. Loca gets over there and digs to China and once she has dug sufficiently, she then lies herself down in the cool earth. Heidi chases the ball like there is no tomorrow. Both dogs come home tired, spent, and happy as clams. What a great idea to have…
We closed out Jazz Fest in the Blues Tent listening to B.B. King. Need I say more? Well, okay I will. When Jazz Fest starts, the police pull up a mobile unit on the bayou at the foot of Grand Route St. John, and for some reason that symbolizes the beginning of Jazz Fest. This year, I took Tin every day and it certainly changed the way I experience the Fest but all in all…
We spent the entire day at Jazz Fest and let me speak highly here of the Ergobaby – with its head flap, Tin was able to take two long naps as the flap provides a magic blanket environment and takes the stimuli away. We saw Kent Jordan in the Jazz Tent, then Big Al Carson in the Blues Tent, then we went to hear Astral Project and although I was prepared to sit for the…